The people who guard the rainbow don't like those who get in the way of the sun.

The more you think about it, the more amazing the everyday world of human beings becomes: most of it doesn't actually exist at all.

God moves in extremely mysterious, not to say, circuitous ways. God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, ie., everybody, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.

You can think and you can fight, but the world's always movin', and if you wanna stay ahead you gotta dance.

I'm interested in mythology generally, but India has no special place in my heart - although Hindu gods seem a lot more fun.

Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ. —Death

It looked the sort of book described in library catalogues as 'slightly foxed,' although it would be more honest to admit that it looked as though it had beed badgered, wolved and possibly beared as well.